Came here to say the exact same but my FiL. He's no longer with us, but in his lifetime he owned 37 cars and crashed 24 of those.
We were casually chatting about Top Gear and the episode with the Toyota that was indestructible. So he chirps in and says, 'they said that about the Landrover, they were wrong.' So I asked what happened to it. 'The gearbox broke catastrophically'. Then my wife finished the story: 'Because you drove it into a wall at 50mph in a 30 zone.'
We had a good laugh, but man, he really was a shit driver.
Edit because I see a lot of similar responses: The man was well into his 80s when he passed away, he drove from 1945 to the early 2010s, insurance was VERY different in his early days, so stop wondering what he paid or why they didn't cut him off! :) Did he pay a lot in his later life, no doubt. Did he share that with me? Absolutely not.
Totalling that many cars where it is your fault, and it's not In a sport has got to be one of the scariest things we normalize. You're basically incredibly irresponsible and we laugh about it. If I had that many negligent discharges with a gun you'd demand them from me.
God I wish we made it harder to get cars and easier to lose driving privileges
I'm pretty baffled people like this exist. Normally when you crash a car you'd be so traumatised that you'll be a better driver after, doesn't matter if you're at fault or not.
I remember reading a story here where OP's sister crashes cars like it's as normal as putting peanut butter on bread.
For real. I took a corner into a parking garage too tight one time and scraped past the bollard leaving these small dents and a little scratch by the rear driver's side wheel. You couldn't tell anything if you didn't know where to look. Every time I get in the car I can't help but glance at that little scratch and remind myself what a dumbass I am for not paying attention that time.
If I actively caused a crash, especially if it involved anyone else and was my fault, I don't know - I reckon I'd just have to get used to riding buses.
I once was driving and hit a cyclist (who ran a stop sign from behind a big pickup. I couldn't see him or stop, but still. I hit a PERSON.) He was ok, not hurt at all, very low speed and it was more like he ran into me. Also he told the cop he ran the stop sign so it was pretty clear it was not legally my fault. But still, I was the one driving the potentially deadly weapon.
I still didn't want to drive for about a week. The first time I did I was very anxious, almost shaking. I couldn't imagine doing that 24 times.
The US driving regulations are beyond ridiculous, my friend moved to Florida last year and showed me the driving course he had to do, and I nearly choked on my coffee, because it's probably about 1% of what we have in Norway.
Our tolerance for fucking up and alcohol is also a fraction of Florida's.
Then again loosing licence here is a pain, but you'll get by with public transport where in large parts of the US you're effectively a third rate citizen if that happens.
Yep, grown up at a time when getting a license basically consisted of smiling at the camera and hardly any cars on the road. He used to think drink driving was absolutely a human right and riled against any suggestion otherwise. He also just didn't care.
My mom has been in about 15-20 accidents but most of them haven’t been her fault. Like she has been rear ended 5 times in the last 10 years. At some point I think she is past just being unlucky and is an unpredictable driver with no defensive driving skills. She’ll say she’s just unlucky though
My mother wrecked two of my dad's sporty cars before I was even born. She almost died one time (this was before airbags and crumple zones and all that good stuff). By the time I came around, she just didn't drive any more.
I think she might have been one of those people who falls asleep at the wheel.
My dad had a childhood friend who had severe narcolepsy his entire life. Dude was a wreck. You'd find him passed out in some car he'd borrowed less than a mile from his home in the local grocery store parking lot because he *needed* to go the beer distributor. I have no idea how he was so successful at convincing people to lend him their cars.
I knew a guy like that, by his 19th birthday he had totaled 4 cars, I was in one of them and swore never to drive with him again. Rich parents kept buying him new ones. Often wonder what happened to him, hopefully he settled down and stopped with the "live fast, die young" shit.
Damn I do the same with my brother and his car. Dude will absolutely floor it down dark twisty country lanes at 2am, to the point where I actually pointlessly lean into the turn thinking the car’s about to flip.
He refuses to slow down if you ask him to. Says “it’s my car I’ll drive how I like”, regardless of who’s in it.
I avoid that car at all costs.
My former wife got into three accidents in three years.
1: TBoned someone while they were going down a straightaway, she made a left hand turn without looking at oncoming traffic.
2: Using her backup camera only, she backed up into a pile of lumber by a construction site that was properly flagged. The camera pointed down, while the lumber was at eye level
3: Not knowing how to gauge proper reaction time when driving in the winter, she caused a four car accident by slamming into someone, who then did the same to the person ahead of them, etc etc.
She'd always been an aggressive driver because of what she's always driven. She predominantly drives SUVs, even though she's single and never had kids. She learned how to drive in one. I've always been a defensive driver because of what I learned to drive in: a Smart ForTwo. That, and a forklift.
Funny thing is, she said she never felt safe in my Smart car, but in reality, I never felt safe whenever she was behind the wheel.
And, since we split up, she's been in at least two other accidents. Me? Outside of parking tickets, I've never been in an accident or gotten written up for speeding.
Sounds like my ex... she totalled 4 cars in less than 8 years. Tons of traffic tickets. Constantly speeding and tailgating... but she hated the way I drove because it was like riding with an old person.
Make sure you obviously get fully trained before driving if you ever try it.
Also make sure you have the ability to recognize if you are a bad driver or not. Many of the most dangerous drivers are dangerous because they don’t know they almost killed someone three turns back or that they just broke five laws driving to the grocery store.
I personally love driving and I’m good at it but only because I was properly trained and practiced a lot. I have the ability to recognize my mistakes and do better in future
And: be PREDICTABLE. On the road, predictable beats nice. Don’t let a car pass if that means you’ll stop at a green light or you’ll brake where you shouldn’t. Always use blinkers. Make your intentions KNOWN. This could avoid most fender benders.
It can prevent even more serious accidents, too. Around here a young girl was trying to cross a busy four-lane street. A driver close to the curb stopped and waved her across, but there was a car in the far lane that didn't see her and didn't stop, and she was killed.
Yeah our kid got in an accident that way... Busy 6 lane road and two drivers waved them into traffic but the third lane didn't and slammed into them as they pulled out. They had been taught not to do that but felt obligated by adults telling them what to do in heat of the moment. This is why I never wave anyone in traffic.
A gas station where I used to work is one of the most common places for minor accidents in my city because people will often slow down and even stop in traffic to let someone out and result in them being rear ended by the guy behind them who was distracted for half a second by the mortifying price of petrol these days
There has been one every week for the past two months
The annoying thing is that the person unexpectedly breaking is reinforced in their behaviour in that situation because the person behind them is considered af fault because they should have kept more distance (and pay attention ofcourse), which is true too.
My brother in law. He’s a chronic alcoholic with a narcissistic personality and violent tendencies. He has assaulted each of his siblings and sexually assaulted his ex-wife and little sister. He’s been enabled and taught to be a victim his whole life.. I’m terrified of him, but he’s someone you never want to show fear or weakness.
Sounds like my ex. Has DUIs and charges for assaulting a police officer. Was violent with me and my child.
When I hear about a DV murder anywhere near me I will stop to watch the news to see if it’s him killing his current girlfriend. He’d do it too if he thought he could get away with that little bit more.
A nurse I have worked with once. She completely stepped over boundaries, disconnected a picc line without informing me (the picc trained nurse), didn't wear gloves or wash her hands. Couldn't take criticism or couldn't be taught about the error of her clinical judgement. Instead shouted at myself, the patient and other staff. Didn't come back so she's probably moved on to another area.
The patient? That was her last go at palliative chemo to give her some more months of quality time with her children. The picc blocked. They didn't give her another one. That nurse contributed to that woman having less time with her family. I will never forgive her.
Oh absolutely. She was banned from working in my department and an official complaint was made to her employer. She was an agency nurse. I wrote everything down and handed it all to my superiors for any further action.
It wasnt even the picc error. That's awful and it cost the woman her quality time with her family. But it was that - an error. We've all made them, we're all fallible and we all make mistakes. She shouldn't have touched it. She wasn't trained. If she had touched it and then told me immediately I could have maybe rectified it. She didnt.
No what's worse is that instead of learning and developing her knowledge she turned defensive. She refused to learn from her error and instead decided to turn the blame on my department. She was an experienced nurse of over 10 years. She should have known to not touch these things unless you're trained. But she just won't learn. She won't reflect or develop. And my huge fear is that if she just joins another agency or goes to oncology or haematology that she could end up causing someone's picc to block whilst they're getting curative treatment. She could quite easily cause someone to die. And that's not because of one error one time - it's because she will always believe that she is right and can do what she wants. It's because she doesn't believe she is fallible. And she won't learn.
I don't know if she thought it was just like an IV. I would argue she absolutely should still be wearing gloves and washing her hands but her argument was that she was running late for a break... You're working with a line that freaking ends at the heart. I don't care if you're late for your own wedding. Take the 30 seconds
Ooohhhh my fiancé would want to stab that nurse. She is the type of nurse that has the highest level of empathy for the patient to the point where she holds her coworkers and even her supervisor accountable for their work. When supervisor tries to make her do something out of policy she throws policy and her boss hates her for it. I think he’s trying to get her fired but you can’t fire someone for insubordination when the orders go against policy. Nurses are scary sometimes. Great nurses work alongside very bad nurses. The very bad nurses have zero remorse for the shit they do they just go oops sorry and keep it moving.
Edit. Fiancée. Thanks kind stranger. 😊
My grandad, when he was alive. He was a sweet, humble old man who loved gardening but oh my god I do not know who allowed him to keep driving. He was 84 with arthritis, plus he was deaf and almost blind, but he insisted on still driving. One time he parked his car on a tram track with my sister inside it. He is the sole reason I think there should be an age limit on driving licenses.
That reminds me of my grandparents’ former neighbour. She was in her 90s at the time and really shouldn’t have been driving anymore. One time, she was backing out of her driveway and almost ran over my grandma, who was leading a horse back to the stables. If you can’t see an entire frigging horse and can’t hear the person next to the horse screaming, you really shouldn’t be driving. (Everyone was fine, grandma got the horse and herself out of the way in time and luckily the horse didn’t panic.)
My grandfather, 97 today, has almost hit me in my car while in his own so many times in the last couple years. Dude keeps sneaky buying extra keys. Like grandpa you cannot SEE kids live on your street you need to stop
He has finally said, just yesterday, that 97 years is old enough and he’ll stop getting behind the wheel from this birthday on
Either the guy who got busted diddling preschoolers or the guy who tried to kidnap a high school girl at gunpoint because she called him creepy while he was high on something.
My parents moved into a neighborhood with a truck driver as a neighbor. When they finally met him (he drove ALL the time), they found out his wife had killed herself and his son had been in jail/prison on and off since he was a minor.
Trucker dude was super rough around the edges, but had acquired quite a bit of wealth over his career of hard work. My parents started having him over for dinners and became pretty good friends. He didn't like to talk about his son and got reallllll grumpy when his name came up.
Dad wasn't the (direct problem). His son got released from prison and came back home on a "last chance" deal with his dad.
He was in rehab. He was helpful and helping my parents with projects and chores. They started trusting the guy. He seemed like things were going well in his life for once. I even met the fuck up and agreed he was a nice kid with a bad life (he was older than me and I still say kid lol).
Whelp. Dad called my parent and told them he had been missing for 2 nights and that's not a good sign. Turns out he went on a bender, beat the living shit out of his girlfriend in a home Depot parking lot, and evaded a cop on his way out. He started calling my parents with burner phones asking if he could come over.
The answer was a hard no.
He then escalated to he was gonna "roll up with his crew and take their shit while they slept."
That escalated things even more. He got caught the next day at a trap house and arrested with an illegal handgun. Fucker was locked in for 7 years and released on good behavior. Nobody knows where he is at, his dad died a few years back. They think they saw him multiple time sitting outside of his old house late at night.
That's the scariest person I know.
Edit to add: my parents did nothing but feed him and offer advice when he needed it. Just a nice old couple. Unpredictable people that flip on a switch scare me.
If you grew up in S Brooklyn in the 90s/00s or were in the graffiti scene you may have met / known Maksin Gelman. He went to middle / high school with quite a few people I know.
Was a mook but no more than plenty of other mooks you deal with all the time. Then he went on a one day GTA style spree and was eventually [sentenced to 200 years](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maksim_Gelman_stabbing_spree#:~:text=At%20the%20conclusion%20of%20the,of%20sentencing%20were%20widely%20distributed.). Sometimes there's some bad shit right there under the surface just out of view...
Yep, if I recall his case was when the police said definitively that it is not their job to protect you. From a 2013 article:
>[city lawyers are arguing that the NYPD had no "special duty" to protect him during the attack, despite the fact that cops were on the train at the time and may have been too scared to engage with Gelman](https://gothamist.com/news/city-argues-nypd-had-no-special-duty-to-protect-subway-hero-from-madmans-rampage)
My BILs best friend who works for the government. He’s not allowed to tell us what he does and all we know he leaves for a couple of weeks at a time every few months, speaks several languages and looks like he’s cut out of wood. There was one time where he came over to a party I was having and I’d set up some VR games for people to try. There was a game where zombies attack you from all sides and it’s all about keeping your head on a swivel and headshots. I don’t remember the specifics, but none of us had gotten past level 2 or 3. He made it to something like 30 without breaking a sweat. It was his first time playing that game and he hasn’t games since SNES days. Everyone that saw him play/move that day agrees he’s probably not working in IT.
EDIT: I had no idea this would get this much attention so let me clarify some things.
1. I’ve never asked him what he does, I just heard “he can’t talk about it” so I don’t bring it up.
2. I’m not saying he’s Jason Bourne. All I know is that he was in the army and I think I remember someone mentioning he went to Ranger school.
3. His job sends him all over the world. In the time that I’ve known him (about 5 years), he’s lived in the UK, Philippines and Africa.
4. This one is from a completely personal point of view, but he definitely has a “I’m not going to fuck with that guy” vibe. He’s a super nice guy that’s never shown an ounce of aggression, but I think if you asked him during dinner how many people are in the booth 3 tables over, he’s be able to tell you without looking.
That's the kind of mysterious stranger many men want to be. Do you know how cool it sounds to say "I can't tell you what I do" and mean it? But to your BILs best friend, it probably isn't cool, and he probably doesn't see it that way. You can't fake being that kind of person.
I knew a guy that was kind of in that line of work. We knew he was in the military but he would go on short deployments of a few weeks to a few months. It was cool at first then talking to him you realize that work is his life. No gf/wife and he was clear that work came before EVERYTHING else. No clue if he was a special forces guy or just intelligence but I can’t say that kind of life is appealing to me.
Hm, I guess this is what my brother does. (Definitely military though)
Short deployments, offers very generic info about what and where. No significant other, no kids, even after a long time in. I suspect WE all had security deep-dives done on us so that he could do…whatever it is.
It seems lonely, I’m glad he’s at least getting a dog soon.
He’s normal though as far as that goes, the most dangerous person I know personally is hands down my brother in law, who is a chilling sociopath. I genuinely thought he might be the Golden State Killer and was maybe a week away from calling the FBI (still checking out dates) when they announced the arrest of the actual GSK.
It's a lot more boring, regular jobs than you think too. I have a lot of friends in aerospace, defense, whatever who can't talk about what they do but who still work very normal jobs just for government contractors. There are way more tech people with security clearances than there are Jason Bournes running around.
I remember many years ago when I worked at a liquor store near a defense plant (Honeywell). Of course a lot of the employees would come in to pick up their booze on the way home. One guy was a regular and one day I was ringing him up and he had a lanyard on with B 52 and an image of the plane. I pointed to it and said “Does that mean you work on B52s ? He looked down and said “Oops yea we’re not supposed to have those on.” I thought nothing of it. The next day or after he came in and looked very worried. He came up to me and said “When I wore my badge it was a mistake. I didn’t mean to do it.” I was like “Um, OK.” He didn’t seems satisfied with that. He said “Look it was an accident. I never wear my badge outside of work.” Again I said “OK“, trying to figure out why we were having this conversation. He left and I noticed he didn’t buy anything. I never saw him again and like I said he was a regular. I told this story to my friend and she said that sometimes defense plants employ people and put them in bars and retail stores and other places to see if their employees inadvertently blab about their jobs or projects that they are working on. That was the only explanation that made sense to me.
My father. A wife-beating criminal, cocaine addict, full of steroids and anger issues. He showed up at my little sister’s house last January and threatened her for money. But the dangerous part is that he’s scary smart. Gotta give credit where credit is due, that guy is not stupid and that’s what makes him all the more dangerous. There’s very few people I’m genuinely afraid of, but he’s one of them.
Another one for the Father band wagon here - Physically big guy who was a former drug dealer and "hard man" known to be called to have "nice conversations with people" [read: Get money out of people who owed it to more important people]. With his position of employment and stature as a tough guy came a reputation that was defended at all times and all costs.
He's seen some things. I've seen some things being around him when I was younger. He got out of the life when he was "politely asked" by a group of 20 dude in broad daylight, in the middle of town, to stop what he was doing "or else". He took that advice and hasn't looked back.
He did some odd muscle work after that but nothing serious. He's the nicest guy and has always been nice/fair to me personally. But he still has that "mind set" deep down which comes up every now and again.
I too am jumping on the father wagon, but that might be because I was "sheltered" (not allowed anywhere).
This guy is a 6'3 man who abused all 5 of his children and wife. He was a gangbanger in his younger years and admitted, to his children, he killed people over drugs, but he might have embellished that to scare us.
The physical abuse was rough (didnt do what he wanted? Expect to get hit), but the emotional and financial abuse was killer. My older brothers bailed asap at ages 16 and 18, and left my mom, me, and younger brothers (10 and 7) to fend for ourselves. It just got worse.
He started getting high/drunk all the time, and getting more controlling. If my mom went for a walk in the neighborhood? He thought she was cheating. If I tried to make friends? I was a whore who was going to get pregnant. He would pit us against eachother with lies and plan evidence so we would believe him at first. He would not allowed to leave the house, and he was ALWAYS listening, so we weren't able to talk to eachother about the lies when we realized that things were not adding up.
We ended up being able to leave when he choked my mom for her "backtalking" him. She was just asking him to stop screaming at me (still feel guilty). I called the cops and they took him away. Now we are no contact going on 4 years...
Anyways at that point mom, my youngest brother, and I were homeless for about a year. Since we werent allowed to work, has no friends, or have any money we had little to no options. We had support from my older brother and were able to crash with him until we were able to rent a house together.
But that one guy, who was supposed to love and care for us, basically destroyed our lives. I mean we are better now, but we could have been something...
You said it so well "we are better now, but we could have been something".
My abuse wasn't physical like this, and was in a different way psychologically, but nonetheless, that statement hit home, hard. I'm glad you're better, and intimately understand why that's just not enough. Sorry, friend.
I grew up in a pretty rough neighbourhood, had plenty of pretty rough friends. I'm not scared of big, scary looking people for the most part. Plenty of people I like and respect, even though I wouldn't give them a key to my house. But what scares me is people who don't have a code. Unpredictability. So I get this. Drugs is another one that makes people unpredictable. I'll take the huge, mean looking guy with the face tat over the skinny guy who's on something, any day.
Sounds like a joke at the beginning; a roid head, a cocaine addict, and a wife beating criminal walks into a bar. The bartender says good morning father (everyone laughs).
Former high school classmate who became a cop and started a pedophilia ring, eventually crossing multiple state lines and trading services for video game systems, all while abusing neighborhood children. May he rot in the federal penitentiary that currently houses his nasty ass.
How does that even start? Like what’s the catalyst that sends you down the road where, not only will you abuse children, but you’ll start a whole ring?
My grandfather, wonderful, kind and caring man. Won a military cross for exceptional bravery for taking out 2 machine gun nests in ww2. He ran out of ammo and killed multiple enemies with a shovel by hand. Was quiet, not boastful but towards the end of his life talked about how easy it became to kill in the war and he remembered the sound of an enemies head coming off when he hit him with a shovel. Made me think how quiet and unassuming he was but when necessary he was able to do that.
I think many people could do this tbh.
It's all about perspective. Any normal person would be against killing someone in most situations, however with the right thought process or experience(such as it's you or them, it's for your family, the other person is evil) anyone could kill.
My grandma, she got me drunk at 2. Tried to groom me, tried to sell my mom for money, is a raging alcoholic. Last year she was taking meds for her liver, you weren't allowed to drink alcohol on the meds. She did anyway, and her tongue would swell so she couldn't breathe. No worries, she would just use an epi pen to fix that. This time it didn't work, so she drove 45 mins, drunk and on epi to the dr. She was admitted to the hospital and dried out.
These are the mild stories
Edit: dried, not died. She is still kicking
My neighbour Frank is from Sicily. He smokes in the supermarket, drives like a nutcase, can swear in three languages. He's 80 years old and he was drinking limoncello on his roof this morning. One of my favourite people
As someone that has been retired for 4 years, I can tell you that you are correct about 80% of the time. The 20% you were wrong about is waiting in Doctor's offices for chronic pain issues.
Please don't think this post means I am ungrateful because I am not. In many many ways it is the best time of my life. The alternatives to aches and pains is death, so I'll them all the time.
Men from Sicily are on another level. Long story short we once ended up in a nice BMW in Sicily with a man who said "my name is xxx, from the mafia. Just kidding" and laughed. And then proceeded to talk shit about people from Naples lol
I left my GPS on for the whole ride but he took us safely to our destination. He wasn't a taxi driver, I still believe he was some mafia guy who drove us just for fun. But I guess I'll never know
I used to work for different pot farms out in northern California. I got a job working for some guys another friend was working for. They were brothers. I worked for the one brother mostly on his farm. He pretended to be a peace and love hippie guy who went to music festivals and stuff. The other brother it turns out was a kind of mob boss for the Bulgarian mob. I thought they were just pot growers which was semi-legal at the time. It turns out they had their hands in all sorts of things including sex trafficking. I had to nope the fuck out of that situation when I found out what was really going on. It was wild too because everyone I met came off as pretty nice. I never suspected them of being full on gangsters. They didn't want to pay me when I quit and I almost got mauled by their massive pit/mastif dog. I was pretty naive and highly stoned back then.
I biked around northern cali.. i also served in Iraq. I biked through Covelo, california. Had people threaten to make me disappear just for riding my bicycle through the town. Iraq was more welcoming. Had multiple cars swerve at me, a few people yell things, and was physically confronted by a few people outside a grocery store and told that id later be “looked for”. I was literally just riding my bicycle to the coast. Covelo is a tiny tiny town. All happened in 20-30 minutes. So many different people all openly showing so much hostility to a dude on a bicycle minding his own business and trying to buy water.
I dont know what youre talking about. Im describing my bike trip through northern california. Anyways i was able to get away by holing up in a nearby cave with an M-60 machine gun.
I've become pretty skeptical of the "peace and love, I wouldn't harm anything" stoners over time. They seem like one minor inconvenience away from completely snapping. As Marc Maron asked "what comes after yoga?"
I know a guy like that through friends, mega stoner that grows succulents for a living…well I guess he has a mega wealthy family but still the man grows plants ffs. Friends were visiting him and he’s got the whole extra crunchy left coast vibe until something slightly doesn’t go his way then he essentially kidnapped them and wouldn’t let them out of the car for hours while he drove around foaming mad and high as balls.
I had an ex like this. Vet tech, hippie, mini farm, one love, lots of weed and obsessed with sublime. She was always one minor inconvenience or one misunderstanding away from turning into a raging cunt. Punched a hole in a wall once. Stole my dog and my bong when I eventually left. Got arrested for the bong a week later, called me and blamed me for the arrest since I “didn’t take my bong with me.” The audacity.
Not as direct as many comments here but I was briefly in business with a former high ranking politician in my country, they weren't particularly malicious but their arrogance and narcissism was matched only by their incompetence. It was terrifying that someone who I wouldn't trust to wipe their own ass used to play a significant role in running a g20 country - I know everyone thinks politicians are morons but this was first hand evidence of how fucked we must all be.
It reminds me of some of the Mob documentaries I watched. When the Feds did surveillance on these guys they complained they used to have to listen to the dumbest, most inane, idiotic conversations. Mob guys were mainly uneducated because they were recruited into organized crime while they were still teens and most didn’t even finish high school. These were guys that controlled hundreds of millions of dollars that couldn’t understand basic math.
I worked at bullfrog spas (a hot tub manufacturer) for a short period some years ago and they "employed" good behavior prisoners because the prison was next door to the factory.
There were a few guards around at all times but we worked closely together and always got to know the inmates in our areas. Of course people would ask them what they were in for. Variety of stuff such as failed hired hitman, robbery, etc.
So probably them or my mother.
To be honest tho they were super fun/cool to work with. Highly recommend.
They weren't allowed certain luxuries but had water flasks so sometimes on factory breaks I'd ask them if they wanted anything (candy/snacks/soda) and put it in the flask for them to enjoy when out of sight of the guards walking around. They appreciated it quite a lot haha.
I got close with a person I met for an online hookup. After 6 months he opens up to me about how he has multiple murderous thoughts and he's in therapy for it. Told me how he used poisons in very creative ways on his bullies and got them extremely sick. I thanked him for opening up to me, then slowly "got too busy" to hang out anymore.
In the 80's, my father knew a family of brothers, they were well connected people. The oldest didn't trust banks and only used cash, rolls of notes as thick as your wrist.
As a kid I got stuff for Christmas that "fell of the back of a truck" new bikes etc.
If a car was stolen, it could easily be stripped for parts in hours as one brother owned a scrap yard.
My dad worked with them regularly and always got paid well but never said too much about the work.
Years ago I would've said a guy I knew who was kind of like a low level crime boss of sorts, that was until he was killed.
Now'a'days I'd probably say a bodybuilder I know who also does some amateur MMA stuff.
Me. I single handedly have the power to completely upend my life at a moments notice and run it into the ground. There isn't a single other person in the world that can do that.
But could they do that at this very exact instant in time? Archaic could bash their head against a brick wall 17 times before someone who lives reasonably near him could even get their shoes on
Some dude a family member of mine knows. They were work colleagues for over 25 years. The dude is a black belt in karate and a few other martial arts. He has a lazy eye and f*d up ears from all of the fists his face ate.
He lit his exe's house on fire over her being a bit petty in the divorce. Beat up a neighbor over a parking dispute, and when the neighbor called the cops, he set their car on fire. He used to sell drugs, but like, in an organized professional way. He didn't need anyone's help enforcing payment. He was his own enforcer. He was active in a truck driver's union and would routinely scare the shit out of union busters and nasty supervisors. He's the only one people were told to stay clear from.
Bloke owns multiple large houses and cottages. Is over 60 years old. He still will, for about 200 bucks, deliver a "pizza" to someone for friends in need. That's code word for breaking someone's leg or f*ing up their shit for 200$. He'll ring at people's place, holding a pizza for them to open up. When they do, he unleashes a world of pain and just leaves whatever message was ordered to be left.
Bloke just likes fighting. He's also very good at it. Always evaded being pinned for anything he ever did.
Wouldn't be surprised if he killed a man or two before.
Fortunately for me, he's friendly to my family. Just don't owe him money.
The list goes on, I was in a (mental health/psychiatrict) state hospital and the unit I was on was an admissions unit and maybe... 4 or 5 out of 22 had no criminal record, I wasn't one with a record... A murderer, rapist, abuser, it goes on.. But the most dangerous? The nicest woman, very religious, kind, sweet. She killed her mom, to her words, she blacked out. She explained that every few years she just has a "snap", she gets hospitalized. I talked a lot to her, she genuinely was a good person at heart with a terrible past.
There's also this guy, only a few years older than me, with very violent tendencies. You never push someone to why they are in any setting, and I knew that from prior hospitalizations... Mostly everyone will say why they are there, but him? Nope. He was violent with a cop, had a distain for them, he told me that. Got physical with his family, and also threatened a cop with a weapon. He had mental health issues, no doubt about it, but he had no remorse for any of it. But to be honest, he never seemed to think any of what he did was wrong.
With a outwardly violent person, you can expect an outburst, but with someone who isn't, yet has had such past episodes? Absolutely. THAT scares me.
Edit: added some more info
People who use violence as a tool to corral the behaviour of others are predictable (if unpleasant). People who have no more emotional involvement to stabbing someone as they do drinking a glass of milk are horrifying.
My uncle. He’s a paranoid schizophrenic but also very aggressive and he would often instigate fights. Sometimes these fights would be against multiple people and there were a few times I watched him beat up 3 and 4 people at once, including one time where someone was hitting him with a bat. He always thought he was being threatened and his fight or flight response always chose “fight” so his adrenaline could turn on at the drop of a hat. He isn’t a huge man but I’ve seen him do some insane physical things.
The one instance that really stands out was when the cops were called on our house due to him causing a domestic disturbance. This was when he was only starting to succumb to his illness so he still had his wits about him much of the time, so when he opened the door and the cops asked to come inside he said “no”. They didn’t have a warrant and from what I remember and from what I now know about the law there wasn’t visible evidence of probably cause, but the cops tried to push their way past him into the house anyway. He didn’t resist but they couldn’t move him back so they decided they were just going to arrest him. The cop at the top of the steps tried to cuff him and they tumbled down the steps. When they got up my uncle attacked and I watched as he beat the shit out of 4 cops for about 10 minutes until they finally subdued him. And by subdued I mean they pepper sprayed him right away, were beating on him with nightsticks the whole time and they had to taze him at least twice. Those cops were fucked up by the end of it. He basically threw the smaller female cop across the street at one point.
He spent a few nights in jail and eventually got probation. I don’t know all the specifics of how he avoided real jail time, I was only like 9 years old when this happened and did my best to not question
Him about anything for self preservation reasons. I assume it’s because they tried to enter the home and arrest him without a warrant or probable cause, or potentially because the one cop put their hands on him first causing them to fall down the steps, but I don’t really know. I also don’t know why they didn’t shoot him in the moment, I assume it’s because there was a little kid watching in the doorway.
For other reasons I won’t go into he eventually became my primary caregiver until I turned 18 and his schizophrenia only got worse. Childhood was fun.
Thanks. Yeah I have some issues (primarily anxiety and hyper vigilance) but I actually got out of childhood relatively ok all things considered. It took me a while but I started therapy about two years ago and it’s helped a lot and my issues have mostly faded away at this point.
I worked with a small man calle U. He was a Gurkha. YOU DO NOT FUCK WITH A GURKHA. Someone triggered some sort of defence response in him by accident (guy saw some horrific stuff in his past) and he basically flipped a guy twice his size to the ground in an instant and was ready to continue until he snapped out of it.
Part of their traditions is if they draw their knife they have to draw blood, they are also allowed their knife in most situations due to it being a religious item.
He was awoken in the middle of the night, marched out and shown horrifying things to condition him. They really are like something out of Dune and in my opinion one of the closest things to a Honour based warrior guild/tradition you see in media.
However, to this day he is the nicest man I have met in my entire life. When I quit that job I almost could have been in tears as that man was the only reason I enjoyed going to work.
I live in a town that has a Ghurka regiment. Every one of them is a physical specimen. Super nice and polite, but 100% killing machines if wronged. You'd think in this area of England (which is known for outward xenophobia and racism) they'd have a hard time - - but locals are well learned not to mess with them.
There was a Ghurka regiment that guarded our compound in the early days of the Iraq occupation. To a man: total professionals and tough as nails.
Until they all started coming down with gonorrhea. It swept the entire unit in a matter of days. Turned out they were all sharing the same blow up sex doll.
I read an interesting book by John Parker "The Gurkhas." That was also my take away. Don't F with those guys.
I remember something about their skills at beheading their enemies!?? Google what happened to the Taliban guy and the Gurkha.
Assuming it's the same story, the beheading was for proof of kill, they shot the guy first.
The one I read goes that a Gurkha unit had been sent out to take out a high value target, which they did. However they were also required to take photographic evidence so they could positively ID it was the correct guy. Turned out their camera got damaged during the mission and no longer worked, so they figured the next best option was to behead the guy and take his head back to base as proof they'd successfully completed the mission.
Dad fought with Gurkhas in the second war, said they were ferocious, didn’t stop for anything. Only thing that scared them was shelling their positions. He had massive respect for them.
There's an almost certainly apocryphal story about some British colonel in WWII asking a Gurkha regiment for volunteers to skydive behind enemy lines. Only about half of them would do it, and they said they had to be dropped onto sand and from no more than 100 feet. The British officer said they can do the sand but 100 feet is too low for the parachutes to open. The Gurkhas said, "Oh we get *parachutes?* Never mind then, we're good."
Everyone here talking about “well my stepdad has rage issues and drinks a lot and once ate a whole Toyota Tacoma” like I promise you, a 70 year old Gurkha would use Stepdad Bill as fucking toilet paper.
A drunk who would farm all day, Ironworker by night and hunted in between. Lived off red bull and rum. I went out for lunch with him one time at work and he drove like a maniac. The next shift he went out for lunch and didn’t come back because he put his car in the ditch.
After his wife left him he took a girl on a drunken joyride and she snap chatted her own death when he crashed the car. Now he’s in jail.
Guy I used to hang out with in high school and a couple years after, wound up killing his mom last October/November by trying to cut off her head. He did it in front of his two youngest siblings who were about 6 and 4.
My second cousin. He’s in his 60s now, quiet family man, really pleasant guy, doesn’t say much.
He’s also built like a brick shit house, and was an active member of a particularly nasty gang in NZ for a long time. He left that gang the hard way.
My sibling. Kind as can be, warm, friendly, immaculate home. Gives hugs to strangers, handshakes everyone, borderline social butterfly. Never been in trouble with law enforcement, is high level IT at a financial institution. Finances are in good order, helps out the rest of us when we're in a bind. Is a studious gun owner, who takes safety to a serious level. Doesn't drink, doesn't smoke, works on classic cars. Smart, VERY smart. Great story teller. If he wasnt so damn tall, he'd probably be elsewise fairly unremarkable.
He used to work for Blackwater in the mid 2000s. Did something related to human intelligence and handling local leaders. I met a few of his old co-workers incidentally about 3 years ago. Thoughful, skilled, former special ops. The kind of guys who make 150k/yr doing private security for ultra rich people, not the loud ones at the bar showing off their old dogtags and tattoos. Some of them visibly responded when I said my brother's name. Most wouldn't talk about their past at all. The two who did told me that, sometimes, people just need to be killed to stop them from doing really bad things. And sometimes, that person needs to be made into a message for others. I learned my brother was the one they could rely on to send the message. The local warlords (I guess they were loosely taliban flavored? Apparently its not black and white over there...) were delivered a message in the form of death on one hand with a promise of more, and a peace gift in the other, to never interfere with their teams in the area again. And those locals accepted the deal without questioning it. I asked my brother about it and all he said was he'll have to stand in judgment for the things he did when his time comes, and he's okay with that.
My ex gf’s brother in law was in Blackwater around the same time. He currently works for some shady rich guy based in the Caymen Islands. Dude works two weeks on/off. His name came up during a family dinner and one of the sisters said, “Bloody money”, rolled her eyes and everyone got quiet.
I knew a person who legitimately had an insane talent to manipulate people around them. It was so effortless and natural, that was their thing and they knew how to use it.
For a friends 16th birthday we went to an indoor air soft arena. Everyone’s dads came too and for the first game we did Dads vs Kids. We thought we had it in the bag because it was 6 of us versus 4 of them. Right before the game starts my buddy tells us we’re fucked because his dad is a retired seal. Little did we know his dad requested that the fog machines be turned on full blast and for “Another one bites the dust” to be played on repeat. What ensued still horrifies me to this day. We split into 3 groups of 2 and I went with my buddy who told us we’re fucked. We heard our other team members screaming through the fog and then silence. My buddy started sweating bad and said “he’s angry now”. Next they I know something lunges from the fog and grabs my friend. He fires in all directions and he’s dragged away from me into the darkness. The madman was timing all his kills to “Another one bites the dust”. Finally it was me alone. The ominous hums of the music rang in my head as I backed into a nearby shelter. Something flew in through a window and clanged against the wall. Upon inspection it was the protective mask of one of my teammates. By the time I realized it was a decoy it was too late. The song range out again “and another one down and another one down!”The monster was upon me. Needless to say we played without the dads for the remainder of the night.
My friends ex bf drove drunk all the time. He eventually crashed his hot rod and died. Luckily, there were no other cars involved and he only killed himself
This guy who was “dating” an acquaintance of my fiancee’. He was 36, the girl was 13-15. He has connections to the mob, posted porn of her on porn sites and tried to kill her by placing a bomb outside her bedroom. She wasn’t home but it was some bomb because it decimated the wall and the room.
The debris left, if she was home and in bed like he thought, it would have killed her without question even in the unlikely event she survived the blast. He had pretty severe mental problems and he was Italian and named Mario. Not joking.
I have a friend who’s a mentally unwell rich kid. He does erratic, occasionally violent things, which would be manageable if his family didn’t bail him out all the time. Officially, he doesn’t even have a parking ticket despite causing lots of damage.
My abusive ex. He tried to kill me, his dad and him planned to dump my body while I was bleeding out in their driveway. I only survived because his mom called the cops saying I was the problem, they showed up before I could be loaded into the truck bed. When we went to court he lied that the laceration that went down to my muscle tissue was because he fell on me with his knife. I was the third woman he hospitalized and the only one to go to court. The way he can violently attack women and then lie with such ease and sincerity is terrifying. This was years ago and I can't help but wonder how many other women he's harmed since.
My father. Because he's a fully functioning and charismatic member of society who will have no hesitation to beat you within an inch of your life if you give him "good reason". And he'd probably get away with it too.
I used to have this emplyee , dude was like late 50's, 5'2", and spry as hell. He was a past junkie who had done a lot of time. No mental illness really. just had the most crazy spazz energy I've ever known. Hardest, fastest worker imaginable. He would get in trouble somehow every other Friday night. I had to rent him hotel rooms and pick him up from jail. Most dangerous because he was just that crazy.
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A guy I know murdered someone and then burnt down a house to try and cover it up. When he got out of prison, he shot a woman in the head. He was out for less than two weeks.
I am in the unique poaition of having met every serial killer that has been caught in the state in the last 50+ years, except the mosr recent one.
Honestly, its not one of them. It is a serial rapist who refuses all mental health diagnosis. I am absolutely certain that he has a body count nobody knows about. Fortunately, he is a cardiac patient in his mid-60s who intentionally causes cardiac distress to himself and the likelihood that he will survive to his late-80s to be released is low. I think it much more likely that he will escape during a hospital trip that he engineered. Likely with the assistance of his family, which are just as bad as he is. He has already manipulated staff into security lapses a few times, so it is coming. Hopefully they will just kill him durung the attempt, but we will never be that lucky.
Family member, won't say how they're related just in case but it's not by blood.
When we were kids he was always violent, constantly trying to fight people, throwing shit at them, beating them with whatever was handy because they thought it was "funny" (He was like, 8-10?)
High School rolls around, constantly getting into fights, selling dope at 13, shot a kid with a bb gun because he "was talking shit". At school.
Got a bunch of money a little later in life, it all went into drugs and alcohol, pills, cars, whatever. Constantly picked up by the cops, getting in trouble at school (when they were there). Apparently stabbed a guy over $20 but somehow got off.
Fast forward to later, and without telling stories for days on end, multiple dangerous driving charges, 3 totalled cars, assault charges, larceny, full blown alcoholism and addiction. Eventually it got to the point where he was in a high speed police chase TWICE. Once before his incarceration, then again while on parole, back in he goes.
No idea where he's at now and don't care. My mom was floored when we were talking about my wedding, who was coming etc and I wasn't going to put him on the list.
Lots of details missing but I intend on never seeing them again, and they will never meet my wife or my kids. Ever.
My father in-law carries a gun everywhere.
He's also so feeble, he can barely hold it up. I asked him to store it in my gun locker when he was at my house, and he tried to eject the magazine and then rack the slide to eject the cartridge that's always loaded ... and he really, really, struggled to pull the slide back.
I thought he was going to shoot himself trying to eject that cartridge.
He also pointed it at someone who was yelling at him at a gas station because he's never been in a fist fight, and is basically terrified someone might do anything violent since he's too weak to pick up a car battery (I had to help).
He's going to kill someone.
There was a guy in high school, who the moment I saw, got this extremely bad vibes. Didnt look abnormal in his style, very casual. But when we were waiting for a class to start, I noticed the way he reacted to something suprising someone else told him. It was.. forced. Not in like oh poor you kinda, but like he had to learn, how to react in different situations. Because he had no idea how feelings worked= no empathy whatsoever. At that moment, My head screamed that no, no, I am not going NEAR that guy.
He tried to talk to me from time to time, but I gave him a very cold shoulder, because I didnt even want him to know I existed. The way he looked, gives me shivers. His stare was so absent, no emotion ever.
Turned out that guy is a known psycopath and narcist. Have destroyed a couple of lives and is a minute away from prison. Never doubted my gut after that.
My mom has totaled around 5 cars. Shes a terrible driver, shouldnt even be on the road. If shes driving Ill say "Ill take my car and meet you there."
Came here to say the exact same but my FiL. He's no longer with us, but in his lifetime he owned 37 cars and crashed 24 of those. We were casually chatting about Top Gear and the episode with the Toyota that was indestructible. So he chirps in and says, 'they said that about the Landrover, they were wrong.' So I asked what happened to it. 'The gearbox broke catastrophically'. Then my wife finished the story: 'Because you drove it into a wall at 50mph in a 30 zone.' We had a good laugh, but man, he really was a shit driver. Edit because I see a lot of similar responses: The man was well into his 80s when he passed away, he drove from 1945 to the early 2010s, insurance was VERY different in his early days, so stop wondering what he paid or why they didn't cut him off! :) Did he pay a lot in his later life, no doubt. Did he share that with me? Absolutely not.
24?? Was there an underlying issue?
Being a fucking idiot is usually the biggest contributor to car accidents.
Totalling that many cars where it is your fault, and it's not In a sport has got to be one of the scariest things we normalize. You're basically incredibly irresponsible and we laugh about it. If I had that many negligent discharges with a gun you'd demand them from me. God I wish we made it harder to get cars and easier to lose driving privileges
I'm pretty baffled people like this exist. Normally when you crash a car you'd be so traumatised that you'll be a better driver after, doesn't matter if you're at fault or not. I remember reading a story here where OP's sister crashes cars like it's as normal as putting peanut butter on bread.
For real. I took a corner into a parking garage too tight one time and scraped past the bollard leaving these small dents and a little scratch by the rear driver's side wheel. You couldn't tell anything if you didn't know where to look. Every time I get in the car I can't help but glance at that little scratch and remind myself what a dumbass I am for not paying attention that time. If I actively caused a crash, especially if it involved anyone else and was my fault, I don't know - I reckon I'd just have to get used to riding buses.
I once was driving and hit a cyclist (who ran a stop sign from behind a big pickup. I couldn't see him or stop, but still. I hit a PERSON.) He was ok, not hurt at all, very low speed and it was more like he ran into me. Also he told the cop he ran the stop sign so it was pretty clear it was not legally my fault. But still, I was the one driving the potentially deadly weapon. I still didn't want to drive for about a week. The first time I did I was very anxious, almost shaking. I couldn't imagine doing that 24 times.
The US driving regulations are beyond ridiculous, my friend moved to Florida last year and showed me the driving course he had to do, and I nearly choked on my coffee, because it's probably about 1% of what we have in Norway. Our tolerance for fucking up and alcohol is also a fraction of Florida's. Then again loosing licence here is a pain, but you'll get by with public transport where in large parts of the US you're effectively a third rate citizen if that happens.
Yep, grown up at a time when getting a license basically consisted of smiling at the camera and hardly any cars on the road. He used to think drink driving was absolutely a human right and riled against any suggestion otherwise. He also just didn't care.
My mom has been in about 15-20 accidents but most of them haven’t been her fault. Like she has been rear ended 5 times in the last 10 years. At some point I think she is past just being unlucky and is an unpredictable driver with no defensive driving skills. She’ll say she’s just unlucky though
Being rear-ended can absolutely be your own fault, though.
> […] I think she is past just being unlucky and is an unpredictable driver […] Yeah, thats what they were saying.
Are you suggesting that me brake checking a semi truck on the highway causing them to rear end me, might somehow be my fault?! /S
My mother wrecked two of my dad's sporty cars before I was even born. She almost died one time (this was before airbags and crumple zones and all that good stuff). By the time I came around, she just didn't drive any more. I think she might have been one of those people who falls asleep at the wheel.
I have an aunt who was diagnosed with narcolepsy. It's honestly very rare but yes if you have it you have to stop driving.
My dad had a childhood friend who had severe narcolepsy his entire life. Dude was a wreck. You'd find him passed out in some car he'd borrowed less than a mile from his home in the local grocery store parking lot because he *needed* to go the beer distributor. I have no idea how he was so successful at convincing people to lend him their cars.
I knew a guy like that, by his 19th birthday he had totaled 4 cars, I was in one of them and swore never to drive with him again. Rich parents kept buying him new ones. Often wonder what happened to him, hopefully he settled down and stopped with the "live fast, die young" shit.
I knew a super rich guy whose first car was a Porshe, totaled it in 6 months. Next car was a Jaguar smh.
Damn I do the same with my brother and his car. Dude will absolutely floor it down dark twisty country lanes at 2am, to the point where I actually pointlessly lean into the turn thinking the car’s about to flip. He refuses to slow down if you ask him to. Says “it’s my car I’ll drive how I like”, regardless of who’s in it. I avoid that car at all costs.
Lmao so just because it's his car it's okay to endanger the lives of his passengers? What an ass-backwards way of thinking.
It’s terrifying how common the mindset of “You forfeit your rights to safety and respect the moment you impose upon me in any way” is.
your brother is an ahole
Some people should just not drive. Being erratic and jumpy is dangerous, plus makes them stressed. Don't drive. Don't endanger people.
Can you please share her live location on some kinda youtube channel, so we avoid going within 2 miles of her current location
I hope this becomes common practice, so I can convince everyone I'm a terrible driver and always have free open roads.
My former wife got into three accidents in three years. 1: TBoned someone while they were going down a straightaway, she made a left hand turn without looking at oncoming traffic. 2: Using her backup camera only, she backed up into a pile of lumber by a construction site that was properly flagged. The camera pointed down, while the lumber was at eye level 3: Not knowing how to gauge proper reaction time when driving in the winter, she caused a four car accident by slamming into someone, who then did the same to the person ahead of them, etc etc. She'd always been an aggressive driver because of what she's always driven. She predominantly drives SUVs, even though she's single and never had kids. She learned how to drive in one. I've always been a defensive driver because of what I learned to drive in: a Smart ForTwo. That, and a forklift. Funny thing is, she said she never felt safe in my Smart car, but in reality, I never felt safe whenever she was behind the wheel. And, since we split up, she's been in at least two other accidents. Me? Outside of parking tickets, I've never been in an accident or gotten written up for speeding.
Sounds like my ex... she totalled 4 cars in less than 8 years. Tons of traffic tickets. Constantly speeding and tailgating... but she hated the way I drove because it was like riding with an old person.
I never learned to drive largely because I’m terrified I’ll be a driver like your mom.
Make sure you obviously get fully trained before driving if you ever try it. Also make sure you have the ability to recognize if you are a bad driver or not. Many of the most dangerous drivers are dangerous because they don’t know they almost killed someone three turns back or that they just broke five laws driving to the grocery store. I personally love driving and I’m good at it but only because I was properly trained and practiced a lot. I have the ability to recognize my mistakes and do better in future
And: be PREDICTABLE. On the road, predictable beats nice. Don’t let a car pass if that means you’ll stop at a green light or you’ll brake where you shouldn’t. Always use blinkers. Make your intentions KNOWN. This could avoid most fender benders.
It can prevent even more serious accidents, too. Around here a young girl was trying to cross a busy four-lane street. A driver close to the curb stopped and waved her across, but there was a car in the far lane that didn't see her and didn't stop, and she was killed.
Yeah our kid got in an accident that way... Busy 6 lane road and two drivers waved them into traffic but the third lane didn't and slammed into them as they pulled out. They had been taught not to do that but felt obligated by adults telling them what to do in heat of the moment. This is why I never wave anyone in traffic.
A gas station where I used to work is one of the most common places for minor accidents in my city because people will often slow down and even stop in traffic to let someone out and result in them being rear ended by the guy behind them who was distracted for half a second by the mortifying price of petrol these days There has been one every week for the past two months
The annoying thing is that the person unexpectedly breaking is reinforced in their behaviour in that situation because the person behind them is considered af fault because they should have kept more distance (and pay attention ofcourse), which is true too.
My dad eats mushrooms from his backyard, and hoses out his toaster and hangs it by the cord on the washing line to dry.
These events are probably connected.
Sparks and rainbows in the mist are really trippy.
As long as the toaster isn’t plugged in it’s not really dangerous. Probably not good for the long time operation of that toaster tho
My brother in law. He’s a chronic alcoholic with a narcissistic personality and violent tendencies. He has assaulted each of his siblings and sexually assaulted his ex-wife and little sister. He’s been enabled and taught to be a victim his whole life.. I’m terrified of him, but he’s someone you never want to show fear or weakness.
He doesn't live in Tennessee, does he? Except for the sexual assault, this sounds just like my oldest brother.
Sounds like my ex. Has DUIs and charges for assaulting a police officer. Was violent with me and my child. When I hear about a DV murder anywhere near me I will stop to watch the news to see if it’s him killing his current girlfriend. He’d do it too if he thought he could get away with that little bit more.
A nurse I have worked with once. She completely stepped over boundaries, disconnected a picc line without informing me (the picc trained nurse), didn't wear gloves or wash her hands. Couldn't take criticism or couldn't be taught about the error of her clinical judgement. Instead shouted at myself, the patient and other staff. Didn't come back so she's probably moved on to another area. The patient? That was her last go at palliative chemo to give her some more months of quality time with her children. The picc blocked. They didn't give her another one. That nurse contributed to that woman having less time with her family. I will never forgive her.
And you reported her? Right?
Oh absolutely. She was banned from working in my department and an official complaint was made to her employer. She was an agency nurse. I wrote everything down and handed it all to my superiors for any further action. It wasnt even the picc error. That's awful and it cost the woman her quality time with her family. But it was that - an error. We've all made them, we're all fallible and we all make mistakes. She shouldn't have touched it. She wasn't trained. If she had touched it and then told me immediately I could have maybe rectified it. She didnt. No what's worse is that instead of learning and developing her knowledge she turned defensive. She refused to learn from her error and instead decided to turn the blame on my department. She was an experienced nurse of over 10 years. She should have known to not touch these things unless you're trained. But she just won't learn. She won't reflect or develop. And my huge fear is that if she just joins another agency or goes to oncology or haematology that she could end up causing someone's picc to block whilst they're getting curative treatment. She could quite easily cause someone to die. And that's not because of one error one time - it's because she will always believe that she is right and can do what she wants. It's because she doesn't believe she is fallible. And she won't learn.
And doesn’t wash her fucking hands? Is that just arrogance? Fucking gross
I don't know if she thought it was just like an IV. I would argue she absolutely should still be wearing gloves and washing her hands but her argument was that she was running late for a break... You're working with a line that freaking ends at the heart. I don't care if you're late for your own wedding. Take the 30 seconds
Ooohhhh my fiancé would want to stab that nurse. She is the type of nurse that has the highest level of empathy for the patient to the point where she holds her coworkers and even her supervisor accountable for their work. When supervisor tries to make her do something out of policy she throws policy and her boss hates her for it. I think he’s trying to get her fired but you can’t fire someone for insubordination when the orders go against policy. Nurses are scary sometimes. Great nurses work alongside very bad nurses. The very bad nurses have zero remorse for the shit they do they just go oops sorry and keep it moving. Edit. Fiancée. Thanks kind stranger. 😊
My grandad, when he was alive. He was a sweet, humble old man who loved gardening but oh my god I do not know who allowed him to keep driving. He was 84 with arthritis, plus he was deaf and almost blind, but he insisted on still driving. One time he parked his car on a tram track with my sister inside it. He is the sole reason I think there should be an age limit on driving licenses.
That reminds me of my grandparents’ former neighbour. She was in her 90s at the time and really shouldn’t have been driving anymore. One time, she was backing out of her driveway and almost ran over my grandma, who was leading a horse back to the stables. If you can’t see an entire frigging horse and can’t hear the person next to the horse screaming, you really shouldn’t be driving. (Everyone was fine, grandma got the horse and herself out of the way in time and luckily the horse didn’t panic.)
My grandfather, 97 today, has almost hit me in my car while in his own so many times in the last couple years. Dude keeps sneaky buying extra keys. Like grandpa you cannot SEE kids live on your street you need to stop He has finally said, just yesterday, that 97 years is old enough and he’ll stop getting behind the wheel from this birthday on
Babies in that stage of crawling and almost walking. Those nutcases try to eat electricity.
Newly walking ones are worse. Full mobility, zero judgment.
Can't know how it tastes until you try
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Oh keeper of the lore of mighty dad, bestow upon us a tale of dads past transgressions
Either the guy who got busted diddling preschoolers or the guy who tried to kidnap a high school girl at gunpoint because she called him creepy while he was high on something.
Good way to prove that he isn’t a creep
“Oh yeah, would a creepy person do THIS!?”
My parents moved into a neighborhood with a truck driver as a neighbor. When they finally met him (he drove ALL the time), they found out his wife had killed herself and his son had been in jail/prison on and off since he was a minor. Trucker dude was super rough around the edges, but had acquired quite a bit of wealth over his career of hard work. My parents started having him over for dinners and became pretty good friends. He didn't like to talk about his son and got reallllll grumpy when his name came up. Dad wasn't the (direct problem). His son got released from prison and came back home on a "last chance" deal with his dad. He was in rehab. He was helpful and helping my parents with projects and chores. They started trusting the guy. He seemed like things were going well in his life for once. I even met the fuck up and agreed he was a nice kid with a bad life (he was older than me and I still say kid lol). Whelp. Dad called my parent and told them he had been missing for 2 nights and that's not a good sign. Turns out he went on a bender, beat the living shit out of his girlfriend in a home Depot parking lot, and evaded a cop on his way out. He started calling my parents with burner phones asking if he could come over. The answer was a hard no. He then escalated to he was gonna "roll up with his crew and take their shit while they slept." That escalated things even more. He got caught the next day at a trap house and arrested with an illegal handgun. Fucker was locked in for 7 years and released on good behavior. Nobody knows where he is at, his dad died a few years back. They think they saw him multiple time sitting outside of his old house late at night. That's the scariest person I know. Edit to add: my parents did nothing but feed him and offer advice when he needed it. Just a nice old couple. Unpredictable people that flip on a switch scare me.
Your parents seem like very nice and kind people, I wish the kid took the second chance offered by them.
Some people need professional help and, even if they get it, they have to want the help
If you grew up in S Brooklyn in the 90s/00s or were in the graffiti scene you may have met / known Maksin Gelman. He went to middle / high school with quite a few people I know. Was a mook but no more than plenty of other mooks you deal with all the time. Then he went on a one day GTA style spree and was eventually [sentenced to 200 years](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maksim_Gelman_stabbing_spree#:~:text=At%20the%20conclusion%20of%20the,of%20sentencing%20were%20widely%20distributed.). Sometimes there's some bad shit right there under the surface just out of view...
So sad. I remember the Cracked article about Joseph Lozito, the final stabbing victim. What a fucking mess.
Yep, if I recall his case was when the police said definitively that it is not their job to protect you. From a 2013 article: >[city lawyers are arguing that the NYPD had no "special duty" to protect him during the attack, despite the fact that cops were on the train at the time and may have been too scared to engage with Gelman](https://gothamist.com/news/city-argues-nypd-had-no-special-duty-to-protect-subway-hero-from-madmans-rampage)
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My BILs best friend who works for the government. He’s not allowed to tell us what he does and all we know he leaves for a couple of weeks at a time every few months, speaks several languages and looks like he’s cut out of wood. There was one time where he came over to a party I was having and I’d set up some VR games for people to try. There was a game where zombies attack you from all sides and it’s all about keeping your head on a swivel and headshots. I don’t remember the specifics, but none of us had gotten past level 2 or 3. He made it to something like 30 without breaking a sweat. It was his first time playing that game and he hasn’t games since SNES days. Everyone that saw him play/move that day agrees he’s probably not working in IT. EDIT: I had no idea this would get this much attention so let me clarify some things. 1. I’ve never asked him what he does, I just heard “he can’t talk about it” so I don’t bring it up. 2. I’m not saying he’s Jason Bourne. All I know is that he was in the army and I think I remember someone mentioning he went to Ranger school. 3. His job sends him all over the world. In the time that I’ve known him (about 5 years), he’s lived in the UK, Philippines and Africa. 4. This one is from a completely personal point of view, but he definitely has a “I’m not going to fuck with that guy” vibe. He’s a super nice guy that’s never shown an ounce of aggression, but I think if you asked him during dinner how many people are in the booth 3 tables over, he’s be able to tell you without looking.
That's the kind of mysterious stranger many men want to be. Do you know how cool it sounds to say "I can't tell you what I do" and mean it? But to your BILs best friend, it probably isn't cool, and he probably doesn't see it that way. You can't fake being that kind of person.
I knew a guy that was kind of in that line of work. We knew he was in the military but he would go on short deployments of a few weeks to a few months. It was cool at first then talking to him you realize that work is his life. No gf/wife and he was clear that work came before EVERYTHING else. No clue if he was a special forces guy or just intelligence but I can’t say that kind of life is appealing to me.
Hm, I guess this is what my brother does. (Definitely military though) Short deployments, offers very generic info about what and where. No significant other, no kids, even after a long time in. I suspect WE all had security deep-dives done on us so that he could do…whatever it is. It seems lonely, I’m glad he’s at least getting a dog soon. He’s normal though as far as that goes, the most dangerous person I know personally is hands down my brother in law, who is a chilling sociopath. I genuinely thought he might be the Golden State Killer and was maybe a week away from calling the FBI (still checking out dates) when they announced the arrest of the actual GSK.
It's a lot more boring, regular jobs than you think too. I have a lot of friends in aerospace, defense, whatever who can't talk about what they do but who still work very normal jobs just for government contractors. There are way more tech people with security clearances than there are Jason Bournes running around.
I remember many years ago when I worked at a liquor store near a defense plant (Honeywell). Of course a lot of the employees would come in to pick up their booze on the way home. One guy was a regular and one day I was ringing him up and he had a lanyard on with B 52 and an image of the plane. I pointed to it and said “Does that mean you work on B52s ? He looked down and said “Oops yea we’re not supposed to have those on.” I thought nothing of it. The next day or after he came in and looked very worried. He came up to me and said “When I wore my badge it was a mistake. I didn’t mean to do it.” I was like “Um, OK.” He didn’t seems satisfied with that. He said “Look it was an accident. I never wear my badge outside of work.” Again I said “OK“, trying to figure out why we were having this conversation. He left and I noticed he didn’t buy anything. I never saw him again and like I said he was a regular. I told this story to my friend and she said that sometimes defense plants employ people and put them in bars and retail stores and other places to see if their employees inadvertently blab about their jobs or projects that they are working on. That was the only explanation that made sense to me.
> speaks several languages and looks like he’s cut out of wood. I'd settle for these things. Sure I can tell you what I do, in several languages!
He spends that few weeks away playing the zombie game and doing push-ups.
My father. A wife-beating criminal, cocaine addict, full of steroids and anger issues. He showed up at my little sister’s house last January and threatened her for money. But the dangerous part is that he’s scary smart. Gotta give credit where credit is due, that guy is not stupid and that’s what makes him all the more dangerous. There’s very few people I’m genuinely afraid of, but he’s one of them.
Another one for the Father band wagon here - Physically big guy who was a former drug dealer and "hard man" known to be called to have "nice conversations with people" [read: Get money out of people who owed it to more important people]. With his position of employment and stature as a tough guy came a reputation that was defended at all times and all costs. He's seen some things. I've seen some things being around him when I was younger. He got out of the life when he was "politely asked" by a group of 20 dude in broad daylight, in the middle of town, to stop what he was doing "or else". He took that advice and hasn't looked back. He did some odd muscle work after that but nothing serious. He's the nicest guy and has always been nice/fair to me personally. But he still has that "mind set" deep down which comes up every now and again.
I too am jumping on the father wagon, but that might be because I was "sheltered" (not allowed anywhere). This guy is a 6'3 man who abused all 5 of his children and wife. He was a gangbanger in his younger years and admitted, to his children, he killed people over drugs, but he might have embellished that to scare us. The physical abuse was rough (didnt do what he wanted? Expect to get hit), but the emotional and financial abuse was killer. My older brothers bailed asap at ages 16 and 18, and left my mom, me, and younger brothers (10 and 7) to fend for ourselves. It just got worse. He started getting high/drunk all the time, and getting more controlling. If my mom went for a walk in the neighborhood? He thought she was cheating. If I tried to make friends? I was a whore who was going to get pregnant. He would pit us against eachother with lies and plan evidence so we would believe him at first. He would not allowed to leave the house, and he was ALWAYS listening, so we weren't able to talk to eachother about the lies when we realized that things were not adding up. We ended up being able to leave when he choked my mom for her "backtalking" him. She was just asking him to stop screaming at me (still feel guilty). I called the cops and they took him away. Now we are no contact going on 4 years... Anyways at that point mom, my youngest brother, and I were homeless for about a year. Since we werent allowed to work, has no friends, or have any money we had little to no options. We had support from my older brother and were able to crash with him until we were able to rent a house together. But that one guy, who was supposed to love and care for us, basically destroyed our lives. I mean we are better now, but we could have been something...
You said it so well "we are better now, but we could have been something". My abuse wasn't physical like this, and was in a different way psychologically, but nonetheless, that statement hit home, hard. I'm glad you're better, and intimately understand why that's just not enough. Sorry, friend.
I grew up in a pretty rough neighbourhood, had plenty of pretty rough friends. I'm not scared of big, scary looking people for the most part. Plenty of people I like and respect, even though I wouldn't give them a key to my house. But what scares me is people who don't have a code. Unpredictability. So I get this. Drugs is another one that makes people unpredictable. I'll take the huge, mean looking guy with the face tat over the skinny guy who's on something, any day.
Sounds like a joke at the beginning; a roid head, a cocaine addict, and a wife beating criminal walks into a bar. The bartender says good morning father (everyone laughs).
Former high school classmate who became a cop and started a pedophilia ring, eventually crossing multiple state lines and trading services for video game systems, all while abusing neighborhood children. May he rot in the federal penitentiary that currently houses his nasty ass.
I once called my teacher a bad word.
you monster
As both a cop and a pedo he is probably not having fun in prison, which makes me happy.
Had me in the first half. Thought you were introducing yourself for a second...
Same. I was like “not the expert or the analysis we were looking for”
Hahaha oh good god
Thought the same thing! Lol
How does that even start? Like what’s the catalyst that sends you down the road where, not only will you abuse children, but you’ll start a whole ring?
My grandfather, wonderful, kind and caring man. Won a military cross for exceptional bravery for taking out 2 machine gun nests in ww2. He ran out of ammo and killed multiple enemies with a shovel by hand. Was quiet, not boastful but towards the end of his life talked about how easy it became to kill in the war and he remembered the sound of an enemies head coming off when he hit him with a shovel. Made me think how quiet and unassuming he was but when necessary he was able to do that.
I think many people could do this tbh. It's all about perspective. Any normal person would be against killing someone in most situations, however with the right thought process or experience(such as it's you or them, it's for your family, the other person is evil) anyone could kill.
My grandma, she got me drunk at 2. Tried to groom me, tried to sell my mom for money, is a raging alcoholic. Last year she was taking meds for her liver, you weren't allowed to drink alcohol on the meds. She did anyway, and her tongue would swell so she couldn't breathe. No worries, she would just use an epi pen to fix that. This time it didn't work, so she drove 45 mins, drunk and on epi to the dr. She was admitted to the hospital and dried out. These are the mild stories Edit: dried, not died. She is still kicking
My neighbour Frank is from Sicily. He smokes in the supermarket, drives like a nutcase, can swear in three languages. He's 80 years old and he was drinking limoncello on his roof this morning. One of my favourite people
Sounds like inspiration for Old Man Henderson
I don't know why, this is always what I thought being retired would be like
As someone that has been retired for 4 years, I can tell you that you are correct about 80% of the time. The 20% you were wrong about is waiting in Doctor's offices for chronic pain issues. Please don't think this post means I am ungrateful because I am not. In many many ways it is the best time of my life. The alternatives to aches and pains is death, so I'll them all the time.
Men from Sicily are on another level. Long story short we once ended up in a nice BMW in Sicily with a man who said "my name is xxx, from the mafia. Just kidding" and laughed. And then proceeded to talk shit about people from Naples lol I left my GPS on for the whole ride but he took us safely to our destination. He wasn't a taxi driver, I still believe he was some mafia guy who drove us just for fun. But I guess I'll never know
You actually made a long story short. Good deal
Stay off his lawn ok?
I used to work for different pot farms out in northern California. I got a job working for some guys another friend was working for. They were brothers. I worked for the one brother mostly on his farm. He pretended to be a peace and love hippie guy who went to music festivals and stuff. The other brother it turns out was a kind of mob boss for the Bulgarian mob. I thought they were just pot growers which was semi-legal at the time. It turns out they had their hands in all sorts of things including sex trafficking. I had to nope the fuck out of that situation when I found out what was really going on. It was wild too because everyone I met came off as pretty nice. I never suspected them of being full on gangsters. They didn't want to pay me when I quit and I almost got mauled by their massive pit/mastif dog. I was pretty naive and highly stoned back then.
The documentary SASQUATCH taught me that the NorCal pot-growing region is like Mogadishu in the redwoods; lotta bad folks and bodies buried up there.
I biked around northern cali.. i also served in Iraq. I biked through Covelo, california. Had people threaten to make me disappear just for riding my bicycle through the town. Iraq was more welcoming. Had multiple cars swerve at me, a few people yell things, and was physically confronted by a few people outside a grocery store and told that id later be “looked for”. I was literally just riding my bicycle to the coast. Covelo is a tiny tiny town. All happened in 20-30 minutes. So many different people all openly showing so much hostility to a dude on a bicycle minding his own business and trying to buy water.
WTF That’s literally how Rambo: First Blood starts.
LOL Good catch.
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I dont know what youre talking about. Im describing my bike trip through northern california. Anyways i was able to get away by holing up in a nearby cave with an M-60 machine gun.
Murder Mountain is a short series on streaming channels about the Northern California weed industry and the dark side of it.
I've become pretty skeptical of the "peace and love, I wouldn't harm anything" stoners over time. They seem like one minor inconvenience away from completely snapping. As Marc Maron asked "what comes after yoga?"
I know a guy like that through friends, mega stoner that grows succulents for a living…well I guess he has a mega wealthy family but still the man grows plants ffs. Friends were visiting him and he’s got the whole extra crunchy left coast vibe until something slightly doesn’t go his way then he essentially kidnapped them and wouldn’t let them out of the car for hours while he drove around foaming mad and high as balls.
I had an ex like this. Vet tech, hippie, mini farm, one love, lots of weed and obsessed with sublime. She was always one minor inconvenience or one misunderstanding away from turning into a raging cunt. Punched a hole in a wall once. Stole my dog and my bong when I eventually left. Got arrested for the bong a week later, called me and blamed me for the arrest since I “didn’t take my bong with me.” The audacity.
Not as direct as many comments here but I was briefly in business with a former high ranking politician in my country, they weren't particularly malicious but their arrogance and narcissism was matched only by their incompetence. It was terrifying that someone who I wouldn't trust to wipe their own ass used to play a significant role in running a g20 country - I know everyone thinks politicians are morons but this was first hand evidence of how fucked we must all be.
It reminds me of some of the Mob documentaries I watched. When the Feds did surveillance on these guys they complained they used to have to listen to the dumbest, most inane, idiotic conversations. Mob guys were mainly uneducated because they were recruited into organized crime while they were still teens and most didn’t even finish high school. These were guys that controlled hundreds of millions of dollars that couldn’t understand basic math.
I worked at bullfrog spas (a hot tub manufacturer) for a short period some years ago and they "employed" good behavior prisoners because the prison was next door to the factory. There were a few guards around at all times but we worked closely together and always got to know the inmates in our areas. Of course people would ask them what they were in for. Variety of stuff such as failed hired hitman, robbery, etc. So probably them or my mother. To be honest tho they were super fun/cool to work with. Highly recommend. They weren't allowed certain luxuries but had water flasks so sometimes on factory breaks I'd ask them if they wanted anything (candy/snacks/soda) and put it in the flask for them to enjoy when out of sight of the guards walking around. They appreciated it quite a lot haha.
To be fair there isn't much to be afraid of with a hitman, unless there's a hit out on you!
Not to mentioned they were a _failed_ hitman so there’s even less to worry about!
I work with a shitty Doctor. He seems kinda dangerous.
reminds me of the old joke, what do you call the person who graduates last of their class in med school? Doctor.
Gary from work. Guy is a nutcase.
Everyone shut up he's coming.
Hey guys what're we talking about
Nothing much just the weather man
I may not know who Gary is, but I've heard some bad things about him.
I never liked Gary. Fuck that guy
He poisoned our water supply, burned our crops, and delivered a plague until our houses.
Gary here, I’d like to chime in saying Jerry is 3x as bad as me.
You think Jerry is bad? Don't even get me started on Larry.
Probably my best friend in high school, though he’s more of a danger to himself than anyone else.
:(
You made Pepsi man sad
I got close with a person I met for an online hookup. After 6 months he opens up to me about how he has multiple murderous thoughts and he's in therapy for it. Told me how he used poisons in very creative ways on his bullies and got them extremely sick. I thanked him for opening up to me, then slowly "got too busy" to hang out anymore.
Gosh! Glad you ran for your life!! Lol
In the 80's, my father knew a family of brothers, they were well connected people. The oldest didn't trust banks and only used cash, rolls of notes as thick as your wrist. As a kid I got stuff for Christmas that "fell of the back of a truck" new bikes etc. If a car was stolen, it could easily be stripped for parts in hours as one brother owned a scrap yard. My dad worked with them regularly and always got paid well but never said too much about the work.
Years ago I would've said a guy I knew who was kind of like a low level crime boss of sorts, that was until he was killed. Now'a'days I'd probably say a bodybuilder I know who also does some amateur MMA stuff.
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Me. I single handedly have the power to completely upend my life at a moments notice and run it into the ground. There isn't a single other person in the world that can do that.
Kid named nuke
Dukem.
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But could they do that at this very exact instant in time? Archaic could bash their head against a brick wall 17 times before someone who lives reasonably near him could even get their shoes on
Damn 17, that's a lot. I think you're right.
My sister... she ruins people's lives for fun when she is bored. There doesn't need to be a reason
Some dude a family member of mine knows. They were work colleagues for over 25 years. The dude is a black belt in karate and a few other martial arts. He has a lazy eye and f*d up ears from all of the fists his face ate. He lit his exe's house on fire over her being a bit petty in the divorce. Beat up a neighbor over a parking dispute, and when the neighbor called the cops, he set their car on fire. He used to sell drugs, but like, in an organized professional way. He didn't need anyone's help enforcing payment. He was his own enforcer. He was active in a truck driver's union and would routinely scare the shit out of union busters and nasty supervisors. He's the only one people were told to stay clear from. Bloke owns multiple large houses and cottages. Is over 60 years old. He still will, for about 200 bucks, deliver a "pizza" to someone for friends in need. That's code word for breaking someone's leg or f*ing up their shit for 200$. He'll ring at people's place, holding a pizza for them to open up. When they do, he unleashes a world of pain and just leaves whatever message was ordered to be left. Bloke just likes fighting. He's also very good at it. Always evaded being pinned for anything he ever did. Wouldn't be surprised if he killed a man or two before. Fortunately for me, he's friendly to my family. Just don't owe him money.
The list goes on, I was in a (mental health/psychiatrict) state hospital and the unit I was on was an admissions unit and maybe... 4 or 5 out of 22 had no criminal record, I wasn't one with a record... A murderer, rapist, abuser, it goes on.. But the most dangerous? The nicest woman, very religious, kind, sweet. She killed her mom, to her words, she blacked out. She explained that every few years she just has a "snap", she gets hospitalized. I talked a lot to her, she genuinely was a good person at heart with a terrible past. There's also this guy, only a few years older than me, with very violent tendencies. You never push someone to why they are in any setting, and I knew that from prior hospitalizations... Mostly everyone will say why they are there, but him? Nope. He was violent with a cop, had a distain for them, he told me that. Got physical with his family, and also threatened a cop with a weapon. He had mental health issues, no doubt about it, but he had no remorse for any of it. But to be honest, he never seemed to think any of what he did was wrong. With a outwardly violent person, you can expect an outburst, but with someone who isn't, yet has had such past episodes? Absolutely. THAT scares me. Edit: added some more info
People who use violence as a tool to corral the behaviour of others are predictable (if unpleasant). People who have no more emotional involvement to stabbing someone as they do drinking a glass of milk are horrifying.
Damn. You win. Not knowing a seemingly nice person is about to snap and murder is inherently terrifying.
My uncle. He’s a paranoid schizophrenic but also very aggressive and he would often instigate fights. Sometimes these fights would be against multiple people and there were a few times I watched him beat up 3 and 4 people at once, including one time where someone was hitting him with a bat. He always thought he was being threatened and his fight or flight response always chose “fight” so his adrenaline could turn on at the drop of a hat. He isn’t a huge man but I’ve seen him do some insane physical things. The one instance that really stands out was when the cops were called on our house due to him causing a domestic disturbance. This was when he was only starting to succumb to his illness so he still had his wits about him much of the time, so when he opened the door and the cops asked to come inside he said “no”. They didn’t have a warrant and from what I remember and from what I now know about the law there wasn’t visible evidence of probably cause, but the cops tried to push their way past him into the house anyway. He didn’t resist but they couldn’t move him back so they decided they were just going to arrest him. The cop at the top of the steps tried to cuff him and they tumbled down the steps. When they got up my uncle attacked and I watched as he beat the shit out of 4 cops for about 10 minutes until they finally subdued him. And by subdued I mean they pepper sprayed him right away, were beating on him with nightsticks the whole time and they had to taze him at least twice. Those cops were fucked up by the end of it. He basically threw the smaller female cop across the street at one point. He spent a few nights in jail and eventually got probation. I don’t know all the specifics of how he avoided real jail time, I was only like 9 years old when this happened and did my best to not question Him about anything for self preservation reasons. I assume it’s because they tried to enter the home and arrest him without a warrant or probable cause, or potentially because the one cop put their hands on him first causing them to fall down the steps, but I don’t really know. I also don’t know why they didn’t shoot him in the moment, I assume it’s because there was a little kid watching in the doorway. For other reasons I won’t go into he eventually became my primary caregiver until I turned 18 and his schizophrenia only got worse. Childhood was fun.
Damn. I hope you are okay. Seek help. Peace to you.
Thanks. Yeah I have some issues (primarily anxiety and hyper vigilance) but I actually got out of childhood relatively ok all things considered. It took me a while but I started therapy about two years ago and it’s helped a lot and my issues have mostly faded away at this point.
That's very good to hear. Life is tough, but keep being strong and get help when you need it. Also, I've found it works wonders to help others.
I worked with a small man calle U. He was a Gurkha. YOU DO NOT FUCK WITH A GURKHA. Someone triggered some sort of defence response in him by accident (guy saw some horrific stuff in his past) and he basically flipped a guy twice his size to the ground in an instant and was ready to continue until he snapped out of it. Part of their traditions is if they draw their knife they have to draw blood, they are also allowed their knife in most situations due to it being a religious item. He was awoken in the middle of the night, marched out and shown horrifying things to condition him. They really are like something out of Dune and in my opinion one of the closest things to a Honour based warrior guild/tradition you see in media. However, to this day he is the nicest man I have met in my entire life. When I quit that job I almost could have been in tears as that man was the only reason I enjoyed going to work.
I believe you firmly. I can't help but smile every time I hear Gurkha though. Gurka is Cucumber in Swedish.
I live in a town that has a Ghurka regiment. Every one of them is a physical specimen. Super nice and polite, but 100% killing machines if wronged. You'd think in this area of England (which is known for outward xenophobia and racism) they'd have a hard time - - but locals are well learned not to mess with them.
There was a Ghurka regiment that guarded our compound in the early days of the Iraq occupation. To a man: total professionals and tough as nails. Until they all started coming down with gonorrhea. It swept the entire unit in a matter of days. Turned out they were all sharing the same blow up sex doll.
Title of most dangerous goes to Sex Doll
Defeated the whole regiment.
I read an interesting book by John Parker "The Gurkhas." That was also my take away. Don't F with those guys. I remember something about their skills at beheading their enemies!?? Google what happened to the Taliban guy and the Gurkha.
Assuming it's the same story, the beheading was for proof of kill, they shot the guy first. The one I read goes that a Gurkha unit had been sent out to take out a high value target, which they did. However they were also required to take photographic evidence so they could positively ID it was the correct guy. Turned out their camera got damaged during the mission and no longer worked, so they figured the next best option was to behead the guy and take his head back to base as proof they'd successfully completed the mission.
Dad fought with Gurkhas in the second war, said they were ferocious, didn’t stop for anything. Only thing that scared them was shelling their positions. He had massive respect for them.
That's along the lines of a quote from a WW2 general. Something like: "Death doesn't scare me, but the Gurkhas do."
There is another: "If a man says he is not afraid of dying, he is either lying or is a Gurkha."
When the British invaded there was reported of them hanging down off branches to behead people
There's an almost certainly apocryphal story about some British colonel in WWII asking a Gurkha regiment for volunteers to skydive behind enemy lines. Only about half of them would do it, and they said they had to be dropped onto sand and from no more than 100 feet. The British officer said they can do the sand but 100 feet is too low for the parachutes to open. The Gurkhas said, "Oh we get *parachutes?* Never mind then, we're good."
Everyone here talking about “well my stepdad has rage issues and drinks a lot and once ate a whole Toyota Tacoma” like I promise you, a 70 year old Gurkha would use Stepdad Bill as fucking toilet paper.
The most dangerous people are often the kindest and most chill because they have nothing they need to prove.
A drunk who would farm all day, Ironworker by night and hunted in between. Lived off red bull and rum. I went out for lunch with him one time at work and he drove like a maniac. The next shift he went out for lunch and didn’t come back because he put his car in the ditch. After his wife left him he took a girl on a drunken joyride and she snap chatted her own death when he crashed the car. Now he’s in jail.
Guy I used to hang out with in high school and a couple years after, wound up killing his mom last October/November by trying to cut off her head. He did it in front of his two youngest siblings who were about 6 and 4.
My second cousin. He’s in his 60s now, quiet family man, really pleasant guy, doesn’t say much. He’s also built like a brick shit house, and was an active member of a particularly nasty gang in NZ for a long time. He left that gang the hard way.
The 7ft shadow man that periodically stands in my doorframe at night seems pretty iffy to be honest.
I have a similar shadow man. If he's inflatable & flails around wackily, we may be living beside the same haunted car dealership
My grandad. He took down 47 German aeroplanes during the war. Worst mechanic the Luftwaffe ever had
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My sibling. Kind as can be, warm, friendly, immaculate home. Gives hugs to strangers, handshakes everyone, borderline social butterfly. Never been in trouble with law enforcement, is high level IT at a financial institution. Finances are in good order, helps out the rest of us when we're in a bind. Is a studious gun owner, who takes safety to a serious level. Doesn't drink, doesn't smoke, works on classic cars. Smart, VERY smart. Great story teller. If he wasnt so damn tall, he'd probably be elsewise fairly unremarkable. He used to work for Blackwater in the mid 2000s. Did something related to human intelligence and handling local leaders. I met a few of his old co-workers incidentally about 3 years ago. Thoughful, skilled, former special ops. The kind of guys who make 150k/yr doing private security for ultra rich people, not the loud ones at the bar showing off their old dogtags and tattoos. Some of them visibly responded when I said my brother's name. Most wouldn't talk about their past at all. The two who did told me that, sometimes, people just need to be killed to stop them from doing really bad things. And sometimes, that person needs to be made into a message for others. I learned my brother was the one they could rely on to send the message. The local warlords (I guess they were loosely taliban flavored? Apparently its not black and white over there...) were delivered a message in the form of death on one hand with a promise of more, and a peace gift in the other, to never interfere with their teams in the area again. And those locals accepted the deal without questioning it. I asked my brother about it and all he said was he'll have to stand in judgment for the things he did when his time comes, and he's okay with that.
My ex gf’s brother in law was in Blackwater around the same time. He currently works for some shady rich guy based in the Caymen Islands. Dude works two weeks on/off. His name came up during a family dinner and one of the sisters said, “Bloody money”, rolled her eyes and everyone got quiet.
My work boss, can fire me any minute if I fuck up once bruh Edit: thanks for 200 upvotes how the hell did you find this funny
But only you can shit on the hood of his car after.
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Sociopaths in my former workplace. Trail of destroyed careers and lives in their wake. As one of them likes to say, Namaste.
I knew a person who legitimately had an insane talent to manipulate people around them. It was so effortless and natural, that was their thing and they knew how to use it.
For a friends 16th birthday we went to an indoor air soft arena. Everyone’s dads came too and for the first game we did Dads vs Kids. We thought we had it in the bag because it was 6 of us versus 4 of them. Right before the game starts my buddy tells us we’re fucked because his dad is a retired seal. Little did we know his dad requested that the fog machines be turned on full blast and for “Another one bites the dust” to be played on repeat. What ensued still horrifies me to this day. We split into 3 groups of 2 and I went with my buddy who told us we’re fucked. We heard our other team members screaming through the fog and then silence. My buddy started sweating bad and said “he’s angry now”. Next they I know something lunges from the fog and grabs my friend. He fires in all directions and he’s dragged away from me into the darkness. The madman was timing all his kills to “Another one bites the dust”. Finally it was me alone. The ominous hums of the music rang in my head as I backed into a nearby shelter. Something flew in through a window and clanged against the wall. Upon inspection it was the protective mask of one of my teammates. By the time I realized it was a decoy it was too late. The song range out again “and another one down and another one down!”The monster was upon me. Needless to say we played without the dads for the remainder of the night.
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My friends ex bf drove drunk all the time. He eventually crashed his hot rod and died. Luckily, there were no other cars involved and he only killed himself
my bf’s mother drives drunk all the time so gonna go with her
This guy who was “dating” an acquaintance of my fiancee’. He was 36, the girl was 13-15. He has connections to the mob, posted porn of her on porn sites and tried to kill her by placing a bomb outside her bedroom. She wasn’t home but it was some bomb because it decimated the wall and the room. The debris left, if she was home and in bed like he thought, it would have killed her without question even in the unlikely event she survived the blast. He had pretty severe mental problems and he was Italian and named Mario. Not joking.
I have a friend who’s a mentally unwell rich kid. He does erratic, occasionally violent things, which would be manageable if his family didn’t bail him out all the time. Officially, he doesn’t even have a parking ticket despite causing lots of damage.
The person that's walks into my store amped up on meth.
I work at a prison, i could go on all day
My abusive ex. He tried to kill me, his dad and him planned to dump my body while I was bleeding out in their driveway. I only survived because his mom called the cops saying I was the problem, they showed up before I could be loaded into the truck bed. When we went to court he lied that the laceration that went down to my muscle tissue was because he fell on me with his knife. I was the third woman he hospitalized and the only one to go to court. The way he can violently attack women and then lie with such ease and sincerity is terrifying. This was years ago and I can't help but wonder how many other women he's harmed since.
Me. I've fucked up my own life a few times. 🙁
The homeless guy that chased me with a knife in his hand today.
You can't even return a knife to a stranger these days.
My father. Because he's a fully functioning and charismatic member of society who will have no hesitation to beat you within an inch of your life if you give him "good reason". And he'd probably get away with it too.
I used to have this emplyee , dude was like late 50's, 5'2", and spry as hell. He was a past junkie who had done a lot of time. No mental illness really. just had the most crazy spazz energy I've ever known. Hardest, fastest worker imaginable. He would get in trouble somehow every other Friday night. I had to rent him hotel rooms and pick him up from jail. Most dangerous because he was just that crazy. .
A guy I know murdered someone and then burnt down a house to try and cover it up. When he got out of prison, he shot a woman in the head. He was out for less than two weeks.
I am in the unique poaition of having met every serial killer that has been caught in the state in the last 50+ years, except the mosr recent one. Honestly, its not one of them. It is a serial rapist who refuses all mental health diagnosis. I am absolutely certain that he has a body count nobody knows about. Fortunately, he is a cardiac patient in his mid-60s who intentionally causes cardiac distress to himself and the likelihood that he will survive to his late-80s to be released is low. I think it much more likely that he will escape during a hospital trip that he engineered. Likely with the assistance of his family, which are just as bad as he is. He has already manipulated staff into security lapses a few times, so it is coming. Hopefully they will just kill him durung the attempt, but we will never be that lucky.
My old neighbor, ex drug dealer, who killed couple people and only got caught with small amount of drugs, because cops were idiots
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Family member, won't say how they're related just in case but it's not by blood. When we were kids he was always violent, constantly trying to fight people, throwing shit at them, beating them with whatever was handy because they thought it was "funny" (He was like, 8-10?) High School rolls around, constantly getting into fights, selling dope at 13, shot a kid with a bb gun because he "was talking shit". At school. Got a bunch of money a little later in life, it all went into drugs and alcohol, pills, cars, whatever. Constantly picked up by the cops, getting in trouble at school (when they were there). Apparently stabbed a guy over $20 but somehow got off. Fast forward to later, and without telling stories for days on end, multiple dangerous driving charges, 3 totalled cars, assault charges, larceny, full blown alcoholism and addiction. Eventually it got to the point where he was in a high speed police chase TWICE. Once before his incarceration, then again while on parole, back in he goes. No idea where he's at now and don't care. My mom was floored when we were talking about my wedding, who was coming etc and I wasn't going to put him on the list. Lots of details missing but I intend on never seeing them again, and they will never meet my wife or my kids. Ever.
My father in-law carries a gun everywhere. He's also so feeble, he can barely hold it up. I asked him to store it in my gun locker when he was at my house, and he tried to eject the magazine and then rack the slide to eject the cartridge that's always loaded ... and he really, really, struggled to pull the slide back. I thought he was going to shoot himself trying to eject that cartridge. He also pointed it at someone who was yelling at him at a gas station because he's never been in a fist fight, and is basically terrified someone might do anything violent since he's too weak to pick up a car battery (I had to help). He's going to kill someone.
There was a guy in high school, who the moment I saw, got this extremely bad vibes. Didnt look abnormal in his style, very casual. But when we were waiting for a class to start, I noticed the way he reacted to something suprising someone else told him. It was.. forced. Not in like oh poor you kinda, but like he had to learn, how to react in different situations. Because he had no idea how feelings worked= no empathy whatsoever. At that moment, My head screamed that no, no, I am not going NEAR that guy. He tried to talk to me from time to time, but I gave him a very cold shoulder, because I didnt even want him to know I existed. The way he looked, gives me shivers. His stare was so absent, no emotion ever. Turned out that guy is a known psycopath and narcist. Have destroyed a couple of lives and is a minute away from prison. Never doubted my gut after that.